We call it “the loop”. A 1.3 mile quiet road that starts at our backyard gate and loops around. We stroll it pretty often, enjoying how things change seasonally. Sunday night was Lucy’s first official walk, as the new family dog…

Caleb’s shorts were too big. He “forgot to put my belt back on after the bathroom” So he did a different kind of “hike” than the rest of us.

The traffic on this road is very light, as only homeowners generally use it and the houses are spaced far apart. The adjoining road, however, has more and what’s worse is they drive FAST. Evidenced by this windshield glass, still littering the side from a wreck last year…

Fast cars plus small animals equals interesting science lessons. But interesting only if you are a boy between the ages of 8-12, or a homeschool Mom with morbid tendencies…if you are a 38 year old man you tend to walk a little faster and say “oh seriously. you are not taking a picture of THAT, are you?”

These are the colors God throws with abandon into the ditches…

and these are the colors that man contributes…

The property at the end of our road is being clear-cut of it’s trees, with 13 acres stripped. The giant logging trucks rumble past our kitchen window, day after day. It’s been a hot topic here with neighbors shaking their heads, discussing the damage. We all voice the hope that the lack of water in our area will keep a subdivision from being brought in. Selfish or not, we long to keep our country homes peaceful and quiet.

Lucy did pretty well on the leash, for her first time. Our fierce guard dog freezes and whimpers when a little Toyota goes by though…

Sam and Caleb take off on a foot race. Sam always wants to race someone, because he’s fast. Caleb will agree to race but the minute Sam pulls ahead Caleb yells “I forfeit!” and comes to a stop. Sam reminds him that is still losing, only by a different name, but Caleb doesn’t care, he is saving a scrap of dignity this way. By yelling such a big word out, it’s clear to bystanders that he merely chose to stop, not that he was soundly beaten.

One of our neighbors is a Vietnam vet and former POW. Their property proudly flies at least 2 or 3 American flags, year round. Love that.And some faithful person, 8 or more years ago, posted this concerned sign. We had to explain to the boys what it meant since they were so young when 2000 came upon us.

Caleb observed “it looks like someone filled that ditch with Cream of Wheat.”

We all arrive home and Josiah faithfully closes the gate. Next time you visit, ask for a trip around the loop. We’ll be glad to take you!

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About sparrowjourney

Christian homeschooling mom to three boys, married to my best friend, John, for over 20 years. I love gardening without gloves, learning history with my kids, cooking with lots of butter, serving others, great books, rich coffee, studying the Bible, camping outdoors, scrapbooking, vintage home decor, the smell of rain and cut grass, authentic people, poetry, laughing until your sides hurt, and babies. oh and black licorice is pretty awesome.